As he stares at the smug face of Lei Xing, Wu Xiaotian finally finds the best way to break the mind of this conceited man. Pretending to be shocked, he fakes a panicking voice as he said, “H-how do you know?”
While looking at him as he heard his opponents’ reply, Lei Xing’s smile got even wider and wider, a laugh threatening to come out of his mouth but managed to stop it, in his mind, he’s already celebrating as not only he will get the powerful artifact his opponent is using, but he will also acquire the inheritance of Moon Celestial, making him the biggest winner of this secret realm after all the humiliation he suffered.
“HAHAHA!!! Su Tian, you don’t need to know how I know it!!!” Lei Xing answered as he turns into his lightning spirit form right of the bat, snatching the bracer equipped on his right arm, laughing maniacally as he stares at the young man who couldn’t even respond to his moves.
“See? You cannot even see me right!?? HAHAHA, now you won’t even manage to defeat me as I already have your power!!!Soul sword!!! Go!!!” waving his hand confidently, Lei Xing shouted, trying to replicate the grandiose technique Wu Xiaotian performed previously, but the only thing that appears is the cold wind blowing through his face.
“Soul power?”
“Sword!!!”
“Rise!!!”
As he continues trying to operate the ‘artifact’ he starts looking more and more like a fool in the audience’s eyes, the embarrassment bringing him to a whole new level of anger towards Wu Xiaotian.
“Damn it!!! You bastard, you’re going to tell me how to use this thing if you don’t want to die!!!” Lei Xing shouted as he transformed to his lightning spirit form once again, dashing towards his opponent with the absolute confidence of his opponent not being able to defend himself, with his previous advance backing this line of thought.
But before he could even approach the immortal-like young man, a barrier made out of pure soul power abruptly stops him in his path, shocking him as not even most solid object can stop his lightning spirit form from passing through.
“You still have your power!??? Wait, yeah, that’s right, this bracer might not be the artifact!! Yes, it must be that blade!!!” as if to convince himself, Lei Xing shouted while looking at the blade hanging on his opponent’s waist, locking his gaze on it while ignoring the cold look on Wu Xiaotian’s face.
Dashing forward, he starts getting closer and closer towards his target, but the moment he thought that the blade is in his grasp, the entirety of his opponent’s figure disappeared right in front of him, scaring him so much when he heard a familiar voice right behind him.
“You still haven’t realized it huh? There’s no artifact, and all that attempt to take away that power just made you look like a clown, Lei Xing” Wu Xiaotian said as he clenched his fist, attacking Lei Xing’s back directly, his movements seemingly extremely slow in the eyes of the audience.
“So what if you’re really that strong!?? You still can’t hit my─” Lei Xing, starting to panic, talked back as if trying to scare his opponent with his talent, but failed to finish his sentence as the fist hits right through his face, sending him flying across the arena.
“How can he be this weak? That should only make him take a couple of steps back, right?” looking at his fist, Wu Xiaotian mutters making the audience react wildly, some of them staring at him in disbelief while some look at him as if he’s some kind of absurd monster, while some outliers, mostly women, started to get excited as they look at him, as if some cougars ready to pounce on their prey.
Struggling to stand up for a bit, Lei Xing continuously mutters to himself while looking at Wu Xiaotian, the disbelief also clearly visible on his face.
“How is that even possible? Even master couldn’t hit me when I am at my spirit form…”
“Let me answer your question…” Wu Xiaotian cuts him short before looking at the crowd, nodding his head as he saw nearly all of them looking at him.
“I don’t really like sharing my knowledge with others but just this one time, a special lesson for everyone!!!” Wu Xiaotian continues as he snaps his fingers, immobilizing Lei Xing as he locks him up in a seal made purely out of soul power, also using said soul power to seal his mouth, preventing the young man from speaking.
Lei Xing wasn’t the only one sealed though as everyone wearing the Purple Lightning Temple’s uniform were encased in a seal, preventing them from performing any action at all, this showing just how much control he possesses over such an overwhelming amount of soul power.
“Now we know that our little eldest disciple of the Purple Lightning Temple here is practically unkillable when in his lightning spirit form, mainly because nothing out of the material plane can hit him” the immortal-like young man continues, moving his right hand through Lei Xing’s face, the hand passing right through it.
“You can use soul power to suppress him just like what I’m currently doing, but it would hardly be an effective way to deal with him as none among you possess a soul power as absurd as mine…” before he continues his ‘lessons’ Wu Xiaotian looks around, the expression of the people watching extremely attentive.
“Then what should we do to hit him?” shouting towards his sworn brother, Ling Feng asked, making Wu Xiaotian nod at him, the amiable-looking young man giving him a thumbs up as if to say that he’s doing great.
“A great question from this handsome brother here, which I will tackle right now” Wu Xiaotian, approaching Lei Xing again, continues talking with Ling Feng telepathically.
{You owe me for advertising you to the young ladies in the crowd}
{A thousand spirit stone, immediately transferred after you’re done with that thing}
{Make it ten thousand, I’ll throw in some more for you to trick more ladies}
{Deal}
As this under the table deal is happening, the audience witness Wu Xiaotian’s hand starts to get covered by a thin transparent film, the sole reason of it being visible is that Wu Xiaotian is not moving his hand, as any movement will definitely make the transparent film unnoticeable.
“So if you can’t hit it with your soul power, then hit it with the thing that make up the spirit form, spirit qi” Wu Xiaotian said as he drives his fist right in Lei Xing’s face again, this time hitting as the face of the arrogant-looking young man sways from his punch, leaving a clear mark on the face.
As Lei Xing look at him with hatred filled eyes, Wu Xiaotian just continues his lecture, walking around the edge of the platform again, teaching the method of how to create that thin film of qi to the audience.
“There are clearly a lot of talented people here” he said while looking at most of the people forming the film of qi, with the only ones not being able to do so are the people from the Purple Lightning Temple.
